Staggering in abandon
Blinding neon lights
They say my future hinges
On a leaking pocket.
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Cobweb - A Collection of Random Chaos
PoetryA poet's goal is always to say the deep with the least. I won't offer any explanation or answer - but Wanderer, you're always welcome Here. It's my mental ruckus tearing itself apart as I calmly sip a mug of coffee and wonder about the pros of exis...
